Come see! you say
excited to show
where hill meets sky
on brown laureled arms
offering leaves into
flowers into beings
that may fly
away- Quick! you say
– come see!
I have no idea what flower/plant this is, but the Boy found it, and urged me to quickly come, just after the rains, to see… It felt like we were in Hawaii, watching katydids about to fly, with delicate lobster claws meeting ginger in yellow/green…
Today begins a couple of writing challenges to post more poems more often (to get ready for NaPoWriMo);
1- my own challenge for 52 poems/2013 using any number of prompts. And;
2- the writing prompt formally known as ‘River of Stones’, now the “Mindful Writing Challenge”, short & sweet. If you are participating in a poetry challenge- leave a link here, or under any of the weekly poems.
Present pebbles, small poems. Stones
We awaken to the swing of a rusty hinge
reluctantly moving swollen woods. Someone
pulls the rope of a two-stroke engine, instant purring
“ella esta loca…” Laughter. At least 3 men with you
today, while faraway women fill
your every thought.
I see your dimples and gold teeth shining
with eyes closed.
present poems: small stones
Another North Beach day. Pending dusk,
revelers spill from bars, tourists crowd menus. You ask about the eternal crane in the skyline near Columbus & Main. We look up-
Crane. Moon. Trans America building. A figure stands on an adjacent roof in gas mask and shorts, red scribbled text
“If at first you don’t succeed, call an airstrike.”
Writing in the moment- “small stones”
in the key of Wind.
The orchestra serenades
bringing the girl
from Ipanema all the way
across the salty
lake and through
c. Tara Linda
Small Stones- observations in the moment
On some days the Oakland Symphony rehearses on the gazebo of Lake Merritt, a few miles away. I remember this only when happening upon them when walking. Today, it’s very windy. Their music fills the house.
Mindful writing (poem) and pictures- waves & sand
where small waves
roll & tease, we retrace steps
down to the cove
-remember when you found a ring?
there I point, 10 feet on.
Half embedded in wet sand
shiny on a shell, veiled by seaweed.
Surprised to see the ring
you wanted, you asked
-How…did this get here?
you smile. -Maybe
there will be
-No. Mermaids only visit once.
River of Stones Writing prompt